Chapter 118: Storytelling
There was silence in the passenger compartment, only the sound of the four people breathing, and the rest of the players did not know where they went.
"Have you noticed that the carriages are getting longer?"
According to the standard of one passenger per room, so many players and passengers come up, this carriage is the size of a normal train, but it can accommodate so many passengers.
Shen Yingxing lived in the last room, next to Ye Tian's room, and when they didn't pay attention, this carriage was already infinitely extended.
"The standard of one passenger in one room can't accommodate fifteen people, and now, the people in our train add up, at least seventy or eighty people, and it is certain that it will become longer."
Shen Yingxing pushed open the first door, and the player was living inside, and the room was empty at this time, and the player didn't know where he went.
After a cursory glance, there was nothing of interest, and several people went to the next room, which was a passenger's room.
A family of three lay neatly on the bed, and the little girl in the middle was one left and one right, holding the arms of her parents and sleeping sweetly.
Shen Yingxing and a few people walked over and grabbed their necks, revealing the crescent marks behind their ears, the crescent marks were blood-red, I don't know if it was an illusion, it was even thicker than the previous blood.
"Which room are the dead players?"
"Follow me."
Ye Tian nodded confidently and led several people to the room of the first player who was killed.
The first player to be killed was a girl, the body had already been disposed of by the conductor, there was blood on the carpet of the room, no other passengers were moving in, and blood was spreading from under the bed.
Shen Yingxing walked over, lay under the bed and looked in, there was nothing under the bed, only a pool of dried blood.
Looking at the rooms of the three players in succession, there is only one common feature, the blood stains are all spreading from under the bed, which means that they were pulled under the bed and killed.
"You must have been attacked by the ghosts under the bed before, do you remember what it was?"
The four of them stood in the corridor, the scenery outside the window regressed more quickly, if it wasn't for standing in the aisle, it still felt very stable, I am afraid they would not have imagined that the train was so fast.
"A grimace, scared away by me."
Ye Tian raised his head innocently and released his charm at Shen Yingxing, and the little tiger teeth were very cute.
"It's time for dinner......
At this moment, Han Yun's figure appeared behind everyone like a ghost, and he made a cold sound, startling Xie Shasha.
It was already six o'clock in the evening when several people looked at their watches, and the speed of time was getting faster and faster, and it was clear that their exploration did not add up to three hours, and it was already six o'clock in the evening.
"Got it."
Shen Yingxing nodded, looking at Han Yun's departing back, the red high heels looked very awkward, as if the shoes didn't fit.
A few people came to the restaurant, and the players inside had already huddled together to keep warm, led by Jiang Cun, there were more than a dozen players sitting there, and the purple-haired woman Chongyan was alone, sitting in the center of the carriage.
The passengers are still seated on the right-hand side of the aisle, and they are particularly noisy compared to the silence of the players.
found an empty table, and the four of them sat in, Ling Xun was next to Shen Yingxing, and the two sat on one side, opposite Xie Shasha and Ye Tian.
After waiting for a long time, Han Yun was late for pushing the dining cart, and the broken white radish flower was placed in front of Shen Yingxing.
"Please take your time."
The dishes in front of everyone were very rich, only in front of Shen Yingxing was a split radish flower.
Not surprisingly, this is the revenge from the stingy head chef, childish like a child.
"Don't eat dinner today."
Shen Yingxing is extremely sensitive to yin qi, and she knows at a glance whether there is a problem with the meal.
Xie Shasha, who believed in Shen Yingxing very much, put down her chopsticks and ate the compressed biscuits in her pocket, it had only been long before lunch, and she was not very hungry.
"We've got a new game tonight, do you like to hear ghost stories?"
As the passengers left, Han Yun quietly appeared at the door of the carriage and said to everyone.
"Today's game is that everyone has to tell a ghost story, and we have to choose the scariest and least scary ghost story, and we will have rewards and punishments for this game."
What exactly is the reward and punishment, Han Yun didn't say, nor did he say that it was the most terrifying reward or the most terrifying punishment, everyone looked at Han Yun, expecting to be able to say more detailed rules from her mouth.
"From the first in the first row, everyone is going to tell a ghost story, start now."
As Han Yun's words fell, the incandescent light overhead instantly darkened, and only the female player in the first row lit up a faint light overhead.
The female player racked her brains, remembering the copies she had experienced, as well as the ghost stories her grandparents told her when she was a child.
"The ghost story I'm going to tell is my friend's own experience......"
That night, Xiao Ming worked overtime until late at night, the bus had stopped, he took a taxi, and when he first got on the bus, he was fine, when he passed by a mass grave.
The driver actually stopped, he got out of the car and began to pee on the grave bag of the mass grave, Xiao Ming waited in the car for a long time, and the driver did not come back for half a day.
He hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to get out of the car, in the mass grave, far away, Xiao Ming saw a vague figure, he thought the driver was still peeing, and walked in slowly.
only to find that the driver was actually stabbed upside down into the ground, his head was screwed off, and it was placed on the soles of his feet, so frightened that Xiao Ming screamed in horror and ran away shouting.
After the female player finished speaking, everyone didn't react, they were all people who had experienced the dungeon, and this ghost story couldn't scare anyone.
"Everybody rate this ghost story."
In the midst of this silence, Han Yun suddenly spoke, looking at everyone with a cold gaze.
"5 points, 6 points, 5.5 points......"
The score given by the player was not high, and the first female gamer to finish telling the ghost story turned pale, and the ghost story she racked her brain to come up with was obviously not attractive.
Not only did it not impress the player, but even the ghosts in the shadows supported their chins with interest, hiding in the dark, admiring the frightened expressions of female players.
Obviously, the female gamer's look of fear is more appealing than her ghost story.
"A composite score of 5.5, failing."
As Han Yun's words fell, a cloud of black mist surged, grabbing the female player's body from the chair, and she didn't even have time to make a sound.
Just like the ghost story she told, the scene of twisting her neck off, placing it upside down on the table, and her head being placed on the soles of her feet, was much more exciting than a ghost story.